Overview

Looking down
through the oval eye
I stare on the tilted town
a million lives
beginning
ending
buzzing
a browning-motion of folks
all those I’ll never know
perhaps some perfect match
a confidante 
some chemical detonation
yet to be mixed
or just a million dreamers
like me
looking up

the wingtip raises and I lose
my overview of Dublin
soon I will be among the throng
looking up

one bright eyed child
on the street
alone
just another statistic                                   
void
just another statistic
number
where their should be a life